dad salvaged/fostered
feral/abused horses
B.B. was white-eyed, wide-nostrilled.
I sat a summer near, then inside fence
for hours, days. she sniffed me.
gradually I could slowly lift a hand
move; she wouldn't shake,
eventually walking under her belly.
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I loved this post. It reminds me of reading Black Stallion books and how I wanted to be a kind of "horse whispere."
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